"No."
"To get at that window."
"But it is about eighteen feet high."
"Well, we must reach it," said young Jack.
Both boys were expert gymnasts.
The greasiest of greasy poles were vanquished by either with the greatest of ease.
In the stormiest weather they could mount into the topmost parts of the rigging on board ship.
And the consequence was that the morning after their entrance into their prison found young Jack perched up at the window, looking down at his comrade and fellow-prisoner, and giving graphic descriptions of all he saw there.
"What's on the other side, Jack?"
"The sea, the open sea, old fellow," cried Jack.